The Suits Sisters

Nothing says Monday Morning like strapping your kids in the car with plans to attend an exercise class only to find a dead car battery.  Wondering how I got the hole in the front (Bumper? Is that called a front bumper?)...Never park behind your brother in your parent's driveway, especially if he has a trailer hitch attached to his SUV. 

Our new van I'm back to answer some of the questions that follow " You're pregnant?! " However, I'll skip Ilse's (our 77 year old German friend) first question to us, "Was this on purpose?" Ilse!! 1. How are you FEELING??  The old(er) ladies at bible are sweet to ask "How are you FEEEEELING ??" every Thursday at bible study. I always answer with a cheery "good!" because I don't want to dive into details- like how every  some afternoons I walk on the treadmill at the Y and burp the entire time and hope no one picks the empty treadmill next to me. This pregnancy has been a total Dream Boat! I'm so thankful and relieved. I haven't hugged the toilet once, which is something I couldn't say for my two previous pregnancies. We found out at 7 weeks because after eating chocolate, I wasn't filled with warm fuzzies. It hardly had any taste at all to me(WHAT??) Although the pregnancy has been easy, physical

Caris is teaching a new class! With a little over two years of experience under her belt, Caris has many thoughts to share with Liza. The class runs through the spring and early summer and will end (really just begin?) in August.

Making: Liza sleep without a pacifier (We lost it/she had almost bit(bitten?!) it in half)  Cooking: My sweet Ma cooked a few meals before she left us woot!  Drinking: Slowly bringing coffee back into my life  Reading: Cinderella to Caris before bedtime  Wanting: My front porch plant to stay alive  Looking: Forward to another fun visit from family soon  Eating: Mint  ice cream  Wishing: To sleep eight hours without waking once. Light sleepers unite! (at random hours of the night) Enjoying: We enjoyed a fun visit with my parents Thinking: About what a cold and pretty day it was  Celebrating: Still asking each other, "Can you believe we have a four year old?!" Loving: We have a two week break from bible study and this leader doesn't mind it    Hoping: Liza will say "Paci? What's a paci?" by tomorrow   Needing: A hair cut but my trusty hair lady is seven hours away  Listening: To my phone ding with "late" night text convos

Chick fil A lunch with Pops and Gigi Pin the candle on the cake Home made pizza A brand new big girl bike

Dear Caris, You have looked forward to this day for such a long time and it's finally here...today you are four! In the past year you've grown very much in your independence. You enjoy swinging by yourself (pumping!) at the park, picking out what clothes to wear, getting water from the fridge and you have recently started to make your own peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. You are always up for a job/project/adventure. You love to help around the house and will often help your sister- like taking off her shoes at the Chick fil A playground and putting them in the shoe cubby.  You imagination continues to be wild and fun.  You love to chew gum, climb really high at the playground and make up your own songs to sing. Happy birthday, Caris! We love you. Mommy

thank you, Liza In the last few weekends, Kent went away on two "Mid Winter Camp" trips. Here are five tips on surviving single parenthood that worked for me. 1. Keep expectations low  Your vision statement for the weekend should be, "I exist to help my children eat three meals a day, clean their bottoms, clothe them (if going out in public) and keep them from extreme physical harm". No crafts, house projects, forced warm fuzzy moments or personal care for yourself. 2. Stay the course  Bed time and discipline should stay the same even though you may be tempted to put them to bed at 4PM and let them rule the world for "a mere"  three days. 3. Eat the food  Go out to eat (Chick fil A for us+extended play time on their playground) and cook easy meals. As in, a pre-made pizza on Saturday night and leftover pizza for Sunday lunch. Let that food fill the solo parenting void in your soul. Eat so unhealthily that when your spouse returns you put your

When I grow up I'm going to have a pet fish. And I'm going to name it Wally. (Walking out of her room) Sorry Mom, I had to talk to Alayna. She's my cousin. I know ALL about babies because I'm older.  Don't forget my name is Princess. Don't forget my name is Macey. Let's pretend I'm older and I'm texting people on my phone. And you're driving us somewhere and Liza is a baby. Her name is Baby Zoe.

WHAT'S UP Blog Readerssssss?? (Said in my best yelling rock star voice) I want to sincerely thank all of the readers that took the time to comment on my last post and those that sent me an email. All of your comments made me smile and some of them made me laugh. There are still some readers creeping around in the non-commenting shadows, but I'll wait..... And until then, they're not invited to my birthday party. (Ouch. The worst insult you can receive in elementary school) Another big THANKS for reading my rambling thoughts on life and please bear with me as I continue to misspell words and switch up my tenses...past/present/I don' know I've been out of school for too long. Disclaimer: The longer I am a mother, the worse it will get.  I never intended to take a blogging break. I guess it was an impromptu ten year anniversary hiatus. But now I have plenty of thoughts bumping into each other in my head, way too many thoughts for Kent to endure hearing after